Random Shots Basically Sanders sides

Welcome to My Life (Sanders Sides)

Not really sure where this came from but enjoy! (And I don't mean the song, I just started writing so meh)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

     "Ah, Anxiety! Why are you here?!" Were the first things that had been said to him. Well, not the first, but certainly the first from the host. He couldn't show how that'd hurt, so he hid it behind his fake confidence, an aloofness he thought would pass by easily. He wouldn't let his own anxiety topple him at his first appearance. Why should he when Thomas doesn't bother to do anything to lessen his anxiety? No, he was going out on his host that was until...
     "Prince dude!"
     "You summoned me?" A pompous voice, a jerky snarky attitude that much matched Anxietys own mask.
     "You represent my fanciful side, right?" After a hum of affirmation, he continued. "My hopes, my dreams, my creativity?"
     Prince gave a proud grin, nodding. "All that good stuff!"
     "Well then, I hope and dream to get rid of my anxiety*!" Thomas gestured toward said trait.
     "Your what now?"
     "Hey Princey," Anxiety sneered, with a two finger wave then turning his attention away, it hurt too much. Far too much.
     "Oh, I do not like that guy..."
     Strike, 2 of them within minutes. He thought he could've been himself, maybe. That hope died then. Of course he wasn't seen as he was supposed to be, why would they see him?

Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

     His loud music was to just keep the others from finding out what really happens in his room. His breakdowns, his screaming, him shattering things, anything. He tried to get out first in videos, it hurt too much to have been teamed against. Though Patton seemed okay, he wasn't going to fall for anything though, for nothing. No, he was going to hide, keep the layers, keep the mask.

No you don't know what its like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what its like to be like me

     No, he knew no one understood. Whenever he tried to help, they took it wrong. He was only worrying over Thomas, trying to help Thomas, but nothing felt right. Nothing felt like it should, why was he so, so negative?! They didn't know he couldn't be anything but negative.

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around

     Prince's insults got more creative, worse and harmful. It was far too much, he didn't understand what he had done. He was lost in his own mind, let alone trying to figure how to help Thomas when he couldn't even do anything for himself. Constantly without knowing how things will go, uncertainties that he doesn't want to get close to. And even when he's at his lowest, going to help to just be kicked lower, but its newer, fresher now.
     "But I'm no defeatist." A simple comment, but why did it hurt so much? Why did that immediately put a hole in his chest? He sunk as quickly as he could without saying a word. Maybe he had never had anyone on his side, no he shouldn't have believed he did, he set himself up for that.

To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one there to save you
No you don't know what its like
Welcome to my life

     He was there, on the verge of a panic attack. He would've laughed at his thoughts. Verge, yeah. But he was so close, trying to breath without being able to, unable to focus, unable to really hear. No one would understand what he went through constantly with this, no one wanted to. No one wanted to save him. There's no rescuing the bad guy. That was he who he is.